it because--well, because they fancy it is smart or, because they
know they will get crackers given them."

By this time we had turned and were going towards my home with
Jip running in front and Polynesia still perched on the Doctor's
shoulder. The bird chattered incessantly, mostly about Africa;
but now she spoke in English, out of politeness to me.

"How is Prince Bumpo getting on?" asked the Doctor.

"Oh, I'm glad you asked me," said Polynesia. "I almost forgot to
tell you. What do you think?--BUMPO IS IN ENGLAND!"

"In England!--You don't say!" cried the Doctor. "What on earth
is he doing here?"

"His father, the king, sent him here to a place
called--er--Bullford, I think it was--to study lessons."

"Bullford!--Bullford!" muttered the Doctor. "I never heard of
the place--Oh, you mean Oxford."

"Yes, that's the place--Oxford," said Polynesia "I knew it had
cattle in it somewhere. Oxford--that's the place he's gone to."

"Well, well," murmured the Doctor. "Fancy Bumpo studying at
Oxford--Well, well!"

"There were great doings in Jolliginki when he left. He was
scared to death to come. He was the first man from that country